CARROT. 141 
But “ the Carrot when boiled, or stewed, cannot be regarded,” 
says Dr. Hutchison, “ as at all a digestible form of food ; nor is. 
it easily disposed of by the stomach ; five and a half ounces of 
the cooked root remain there for three hours and twenty 
minutes.”” The yellow core of the Carrot is the part which 
is difficult of digestion by some persons, not the outer red 
layer, the thickness of which is a test of the goodness of 
the root. 
For a Potage of Carrots (Creole), “‘ Clean, and cut up fine, four 
very red Carrots, two large onions, one turnip, and two sticks of 
celery. Put these to fry with a piece of butter the size of an 
egg, and about a teaspoonful of sugar. Brown slightiy, and 
pour in four or five teaspoonfuls of boiling water. Simmer for 
a quarter of an hour, and turn all into the soup kettle, with salt 
and pepper to taste, adding a bouquet of herbs, thyme, parsley, 
a few cloves, and a bay-leaf, tied together with thread. Pour 
in a quart of boiling water; cover, and simmer gently for at 
least two hours; the vegetables must become perfectly soft. 
Mash through a sieve, and return to the fire, adding a pint of 
milk; when boiling stir in a teaspoonful of flour that has been 
well blended in a little cold water, or milk. Let it boil a minute 
or two, and serve at once with croutons.” 
Being boiled sufficiently in a little water, and mashed into a 
pulp, Carrots will sweeten, and heal a putrid indolent sore if 
applied fresh from time to time. The Carrot poultice was 
first used by Salzer, for mitigating the pain, and correcting 
the stench of foul ulcers. Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes, when 
writing to Dr. W. Hunt, 1863, tells him how a man’s heel 
which was severely wounded at the battle of Fredericksburg 
was treated: ‘“ Dr. Bigelow does nothing but keep the wound 
open, making the patient use for this purpose a little plug of 
Carrot, which is handy enough, and seems to agree very well 
with the wound.” 
“The great Achilles, who had shown his zeal 
In healing wounds, died of a wounded heel. 
Accursed heel, that killed a hero stout, 
Oh! had your mother known that you were out, 
Death had not entered at the trifling part, 
Which still defies the small Chirurgeon’s art 
With corns, and bunions, (not the glorious John 
Who wrote the book we all have pondered on), 
Big tender bunions, bound in fleshy hose, 
To Pilgrim’s Progress unrelenting foes.” 
